Short Stories of Islamic Love
When Meet?

Introduce my name Pratiwi my parents and friends used to call me Tiwi or Wi only. I am 24 years old, I have aspirations to become a famous Muslim writer and Alhamdulilah I have graduated majoring in Indonesian literature with very satisfactory grades, now I have worked in the editorial office of publishing novels and short stories in Jakarta, as a writer and publisher. Thank God my works have been published a lot and many fans. Many people even order books every day. The distance of my home and work place, quite close more or less takes only 20 minutes. Every time I go and go to work, I always bring my favorite bike. So there is no need to bother scrambling over the queue of public transportation early in the morning. Alhamdulilah Alloh SWT has granted do’aku to realize one by one my dreams. Starting from studying at my favorite university, entering a major that I like, graduating with very satisfying grades and working where I want.

Since graduating from college, I was often asked “when is her marriage wi?” by friends, neighbors, relatives, and the most chatty are my parents. I always compare myself to my brother. His name was Winda who got married at the age of 22. My age is 24 years old and not married. Even when I eat breakfast, my family always insinuates me.

“wi know not ilham?” Ask mom.

“ilham which is bu?” Ask wonder.

“it loh his son, Mr. Ahmad, your SD friend, he explained while pouring warm tea in his glass father.

“oh that inspiration, yes tiwi know” I replied briefly.

“mommy heard he said he had graduated from college, had worked too, even now he was looking for a wife candidate loh wi” he said.

“alhamdulilah.. good if so” answered me as if I do not want this conversation to continue “definitely ends nanya I” grumbled in the heart.

“Tiwi when to bring candidates home?” While looking at me expectantly.

“tuh right it was” I said in my heart. And I'm confused as to what to answer

“wi, why silence? Mother and father would love to see you married, hopefully there is still age yes pak” look towards the father and the father just smiled.

“kok mother said that anyway, mother and father do not equate Tiwi with sister Winda, sister Winda is fast marriage, maybe Alloh has not destined Tiwi to be able to get married quickly. Evidently

“iya... but if you have no effort, yes until anytime will not come” he lamented.

“Tiwi less effort let alone bu, alhamdulilah Tiwi has hijrah appearance, dressed syar’i, InsyaAlloh prayer five times, Reading the Qur’an, so that the imam Tiwi later can read the Qur’an as well. Even Tiwi had begun to learn to cook, to do household chores, so that the tiwi priest would be able to be independent. Because the soul is our reflection. Tiwi also always berTO’a to Alloh SWT, asking that Tiwi and she be reunited soon. If the answer is God, we still have to wait, yes we also have to be patient ma'am. Maybe he is still Allah save so that later we are met, he is ready to become a Priest who is able to guide his Mother to the path of Alloh Ridhoi.

Pardon Tiwi sir, ma'am has no intention to patronize. Tiwi just wants to prepare for the birth and inner Tiwi alone. Marriage is not like a short, short story. Married it needs struggle because for forever”. I was clear to both my parents. They could only be silent at my explanation.

After I finished breakfast, I immediately said goodbye to my parents to go to work.

“Tiwi said goodbye first ma'am, Assalamu’alaikum” while kissing my parents' hands. Because I am very confident behind the hands of my parents, there is a blessing and ridho from Alloh SWT. I am also very sure that every second, minute, hour, even every do’anya they always open both hands to mendo’akan children, mendo’ the best for the life and future of his children.

“hopefully what you want immediately Allh SWT say yes son, forgive your mother and father, always force everything” said my mother while stroking my head lovingly. Then, I hugged my parents tightly, and I kissed her cheeks that were getting wet with tears.

“forgive Tiwi yes sir, bu Tiwi has not been able to make you guys happy” my sobs are getting unbearable.

“it's important now we have to be patient, who knows not to expect anyone to come”. Entertain my father to strengthen me. Then, I went to work. But I forgot to go glass.

Arriving at work, I was so embarrassed that all my co-workers saw me astonished.

“assalamu’alaikum wiiii..” greet one of my colleagues.

“wa’alaikumussalam, why lin, how come see me like something strange?” She was Lina Marlina one of my most chatty coworkers.

“you haven't glazed huh?” It obviously confused me.

“glazed? Is there anything different?” I was very confused by the question earlier.

“you're not what you used to be. Cheerful, always smiling, continue to greet us all with passion. Earlier you just greeted us with “assalamu’alaikum all” it was with a limp tone like a lazy person gitu” While practicing my movements earlier.

I smiled “then, I mean not glazed it what?” My toot.

“ya Alloh wiiii... You are really unconscious?” I just shook my head and was still confused.

“look at your eyes, like a person has been hit by a swelling, see” while holding my head and get me a glass.

“Astagfirstulloh!!!” I was surprised it turned out this made everyone pay attention to me. “I cried until so long as this” I said in my heart.

“you why wii? Crying, huh? Or is there a problem? Story come InsyaAlloh I listen to your curhatan” he said. But I won't tell you everything, just me, my parents, and God knows.

“I'm okay lin, just calm down yeah, maybe I just sleep less” I replied briefly to him.

“MasyaAlloh.. good and reliable writer, always finish the task quickly, until you are excited like this. Remember that health is number one. No matter how busy you are, your health must be maintained ya” praise makes me embarrassed, because his loud and loud voice, so that makes everyone in the room see it.

“already... have ayoo work, you are not ashamed everyone sees us lin, our work so unproductive, you invite me to chat continue” whisikku to Lina.

“hehehe... yes also yes, but if there is any story I yaa” he also whispered while smiling in shame.

“InsyaAlloh” my answer is short.

“aku when?” Daydreaming. “Astagfirulloh wiii Istighfar” I realize that what I complain about will not make me strong face everything, it will only make me weak. “I have to be patient and strong, I will not be, Alloh very dear to me” I strengthen myself by not remembering it anymore. But I make motivation, so that I remain patient and continue to be patient with the provisions and destiny of Him. “InsyaAlloh my soul mate is Alloh keep his faith” I also smile because I am sure all will be Beautiful in time. That promise is sure!!!

As I walked towards the parking lot of my motorbike, suddenly a man accidentally hit me, causing me to fall and a slight wound in my hand.

“sorry mba I accidentally, mba is okay right?” said it.

“alhambehind me it's okay” Obviously I'm short. I was in a hurry to get up and immediately turn on my bike because it was getting darker.

“eh... wait mba his book falls” while handing his book to me.

“thank you and forget about the incident” I did not see his face one bit, and I went home soon.

Arriving home, I did not forget to say hello to my parents, and then I went into the room. I'm still thinking about what happened.

“who is he?” I tried to remember his face but I do not remember. because I did not see his face at all. “ah already it does not matter, whoever he hopefully we soon be reunited” said me while I wipe my face. Suddenly my heart thumped and I felt he was my soul mate, even though I did not have time to see him. “kok so gini anyway. fight wiiiiii danger!! I have to forget everything, I do not want to expect much from him I only hope for HIM who has his heart”, I said in my heart.

I immediately finished, prayed, taught, and had dinner with my parents. I didn't tell them about the incident. I'm afraid they're expecting too much from someone I didn't know. As usual, before going to bed I always take the time to read books and novels by others and my own writings to add my insight to keep the spirit of work. Before I aspired to become a writer, I also had the opportunity to become a preacher. But maybe Alloh SWT gave me a chance to become a writer, so that I could remain a preacher. The difference is that other preachers convey their material through oral. But I preached through the writing that I wrote so that it became a novel. “Alloh really loves me” I said as I closed my eyes and did’a. Then I fell asleep too.

Thank God I can still maintain my habit of praying tahajud. As busy as I am and whatever night I sleep, I always wake up at night to pray tahajud. Every prayer I always pray’a so that I will soon be reunited with my soul mate. “ya Alloh, I sincerely accept all your provisions” one do’a that every day I say to Him. And I went back to sleep.

The sweet sound of Adhan woke me up from sleep. I immediately took ablution and prayer. When I finished, I opened my window. It's so beautiful outside. The sun that began to appear and the clouds around him that began to be busy covering his rays. But the light still penetrates all over the surface of the earth. I can only say “MasyaAlloh” the sweet chirping of birds as if he was prying praise to his creator.

I see around my house, there are many mothers and fathers who have intersected to go to make a halal living. In order to survive on this mortal earth.

“lagi what neng?” Greet one of my neighbors.

“eh.., mother, again just silent ma'am, mom want to go to the rice field huh? I'm subtle.

“iya nih neng, be careful not to daydream early in the morning, later the daydreamed go lho” the candle makes me smile embarrassed.

“ibu could be, yes already be careful yes bu spirit work” replied me while I waved my hand at him. I immediately remembered one thing.

“eh.. It's sunday huh? Thank God you can finally have a holiday as well. today what is it? Hmmm..it seems better if I just walk, while doing a little sport. All day working to make my body tired” I told myself.

I'll be ready soon. As I was leaving, I heard a serious conversation in the living room. I saw a father, a mother, and a mysterious man. I don't know him at all. “who is that man?” Not long after, my mother called me. My heart was pounding as I stepped foot and met him in the living room.

“what's bu?” Many wonder.

“alhamdulilah son, do’amu so far InsyaAlloh granted today” obviously my mother made me more curious.

“what mother mean?” I don't understand what Mom's talking to me.

“InsyaAlloh this soul mate you” instantaneously my heart jerked with the words of my mother. “ya Alloh I really did not expect that it would be this fast do’i you recollect” words in my heart.

“so, she came here early in the morning, just wanted to be in touch with our family and you wi. InsyaAlloh he will menghitbah kamu” obviously my father but I am still confused and I have to answer what.

“alhambehind it like that, but it's not that easy sir, I haven't known him before, and I don't think I've met him” Obviously I confused both my parents.

“we haven't met you yet, but I've met you. You remember not the time of Saturday?” Answer the mysterious man.

“day Saturday? So you hit me?” I asked firmly to make both my parents shocked.

“before I apologize for making you fall and hurt, I have not had time to treat the wound on your hand, because you go” he explained smooth.

“then, where do you know my home?” Ask again.

“sorry if I was presumptuous, I had asked your house, and asked your personality to your colleagues. Because I always think about you and want to find out who you really are. He's so close to you, he knows a lot about you. After I heard everything, I was very sure that you were indeed the woman I had been looking for all this time. When we first met, I saw that there was something special about you. That's your godliness” his words made me not believe that he was thinking of me too.

“sorry don't praise me too much, I'm not what you think and you see. I still need guidance!!

If I may know, who did he tell you?” I asked him with great astonishment.

“she was my friend Lina Marlina” after I heard her name I was really shocked and couldn't believe that Alloh met me through my best friend.

Then, because we feel confident with our feelings and hearts, we also do not hesitate to immediately’aruf. In the process of undergoing ta’aruf, I know a lot about him, I always ask his parents. I believe that no parent is lying about their child. Be it his nature, personality or habits. And Thank God most of the information I received was positive and did not escape from the negative side as well. But, InsyaAlloh I can accept his shortcomings and advantages with a sincere and sincere heart. Because I realize I'm not a perfect human being either. Sometimes I ask him directly, but as necessary. And I am absolutely certain that he is the man whom Allah sent to be my Imam. His name is Ikhsan Dwi Nugroho. I used to call him “Mas Dwi” because he was older than me 3 years.

Thank God after 2 weeks of ta’aruf, we immediately got married. With a relatively short time, But born and our inner InsyaAlloh is well established. If left too long, we are very afraid of slander. Therefore, good intentions must be shaken.

Secrets are indeed only God knows and I am very sure that his promise never lies. That promise is sure!!! Can't be bothered anymore. If Allah delays our do’a, it does not mean that Allah does not grant it, but there is a plan that is being prepared and replace it with the right time for us. So the only way out is to be patient…